taxonomites | now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )

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Sob, Damon, why. She is not your woman.

"Right, and we're all here with everything we'd ever want, dancing around with kittens."

Why is she suddenly enjoying the banter with him? Did making text faces with him last month really do that much of a number on her?

But she is the woman your woman could smell like if she was sleeping with Damon Salvatore!

"Seeing as I don't actually want kittens, still no." Sly grin. "Marguerite does me just fine."

Protip: that's his tiny adorable girl dog, Jenna.

Except she'd rather be sleeping with your bro, Damon. The human, non-biological one.

"Dancing around with margaritas then?"

Jenna, stop being such a drinker. At least it's not Senior Tequila.

He's just keeping you warm for Ric, obviously! Or for the inevitable threesome.

"Not margaritas, Marguerite." For a moment, his accent goes terribly French. And then it's back to the usual. "But that too."

~~Sob, threesomes are awkward.~~ Her eyebrows shoot up with that smirk.

"And who's that?"

~~Not when you have two hundred years of experience with them!~~ Damon's grin goes actually affectionate for a moment.

"My dog, actually." Beat. "Santa gave her to me." Yes, he knows how stupid that sounds.

~~TMI, Damon, TMI. Besides, she's over the days when that kind of thing was cool.~~ Jenna just... raises her eyebrows incredulously.

"Santa... You're kidding me..."

~~You're never too old for a Salvatore threesome.~~ Damon raises his in response, saying 'I know, right?' without words.

"No, we had a visit from Santa himself."

~~....That just has awkward written all over it.~~ She is unsure she believes this, but she's also not sure she wants to really comment on Damon's mental state right now.

"Just when I think this place can't get any stranger..."

~~Or hot.~~ Damon can read the uncertainty, and he smirks. "Ask Stefan, if you don't believe me."

~~She will deny that until she's too drunk to care.~~ Rubbing her temples now. "I think I'll just take your word for it. It's easier that way." Not that she actually believes him any more than she did before.

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~~Brb tequila.~~ "Really." He's teasing you, Jenna. "I'm flattered."

~~God, she needs some right now.~~ Jenna rolls her eyes in spite of that smirk on her face. "Don't get used to it." Jenna, when did you get so soft around him?

~~Hey Damon can provide.~~ "I wouldn't dream of it." Who knows, but Damon's going to exploit it shamelessly.

~~sob. The sad thing is she might take him up on it.~~ "Right, and pigs have suddenly decided to fly." Figures. Jerk. Hot jerk, though.

now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

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